but alas, for it is not the same.
I miss you guys.
this weekend was amazing
but now home is rubbish.
My friends here wont let me draw on them in chalk, or give me onions, or be unsympathetic of anothers plight because they are slightly chilly, or join in when I start to skip regardless of who they are and where we are, or lots of other stuff that makes me love you guys so.
how wierd is it, that it seems stranger to come home and not be around joinees, than it does to be at a meet with you lot? even though I spend most of my time at home and not around joinees!
self indulgent post meet blues rant over for now

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